What Was My Husband Hiding? I Followed the Noise and Found Out Too Much (4 of 4)

“You shouldn’t have come.”

We turned. A tall figure in a black coat stepped from the shadows, face obscured, presence chilling.

“That artifact,” the stranger said, “belongs to me.”

I felt heat rise in my chest, a burning resolve. I didn’t understand what we’d found, not fully—but I knew one thing:

“We’re not giving it up.”

The man stepped forward. The light from the artifact flared. The air shivered with energy, the kind that changes everything.

This wasn’t just a secret. It was a reckoning.